Rebellious {George Weasley Smut Fic}

8. Sign Up

Charms class was the first of the morning. Professor Flitwick was talking about some kind of spell Olivia already knew about. It was fairly obvious that Ilvermorny studies were slightly ahead of those at Hogwarts. At least she knew she would be fine taking all the exams that were to come.

She had been spacing out. Her eyes only focusing on the boy across from her. His long fingers mindlessly fiddled with the wand in his hand, spinning it between his fingers and then slowly raising it to his lips, sliding it softly across his bottom lip. Olivias breath hitched as she watched. She couldn't help but bite at her own lip, wondering what more his lips could do that she didn't see last night.

George's eyes flicked to her and she looked away quickly, readjusting herself in her chair and clearing her throat slightly. When she looked back up he was still staring at her. His lips pulled into a small smirk and then parted slightly. He let his tongue slowly flick against his wand before pulling it away and shooting her a wink.

She took a moment to regain composure before rolling her eyes softly at him and looking right to Flitwick, who was in the middle of making an announcement.

"I'm sure you all know I am the head of the Hogwarts chorus. Today after classes we will be holding auditions to join!" He smiled happily. "There is a sign up sheet on the door and I am elated to see some names already on the list!"

Olivia leaned over to Angelina, a girl in the same year who had been super sweet to her, offering a seat next to her for Olivia to take. "Sounds like a form of torture." She chuckled. "You won't be seeing me there that's for sure."

Angelina let out a soft laugh, pulling Flitwicks attention to them. "Ah yes! Our newest student!" He said, making every student turn to stare at her. She looked to Fred and George who were both elbowing each other softly, seemingly in a fit of giggles with one another. She narrowed her eyes at them. They were up to something. She just knew it.

"Olivia Spencer!" Flitwick announced, recapturing her attention. "I wasn't quite expecting you of all people to be interested in the chorus but I am so glad to see your name on the sign up sheet!"

Olivias face dropped. She looked back to George and Fred and narrowed her eyes at them as the two of them all but fell over in a fit of laughs, they tried to bite them back but they couldn't help but slip through.

She rolled her eyes, hard. Before taking a soft breath and nodding gently. "Can't wait, professor. After all, I really signed up to be supportive of a couple friends. Don't know if they've signed up yet though." She smiled brightly, looking towards Flitwick.

"Ah yes! That's fantastic! What are their names, I'll make sure I add them to the list!" He said happily. She couldn't help but feel a little bad for Flitwick. He looked so excited, and little did he know, this was all a big game to them. All of them.

"George and Fred Weasley, of course!" She said, looking at the two boys who both raised a brow at her. Fred eyed her suspiciously, but a smirk played at his lips.

"That's right Professor! We would love nothing more than to audition for you!" Fred announced proudly. Olivias eyes widened. She certainly hadn't expected that.

"Splendid!" Professor Flitwick said with a clap of his hands. "I will see the three of you tonight!" He smiled as the clock chimed. "That's all for today class, I'll see you tomorrow when we start our lesson on water charms!"

The class began to gather their books, collecting them quickly and heading out the door. Olivia stayed with Angelina, ignoring the two boys who were calling for her behind them.

"Oi Fred, did you hear her just then? George and Fred Weasley." She could hear the smirk in George's voice. She shook her head gently and rolled her eyes. "She said my name first. No one says my name first."

"Well she's probably more used to saying your name, isn't she brother?" Fred said with a laugh. "Bloody echoed through the common room last night. You really need to make use of a noise cancelling spell next time."

Olivia couldn't help but snort at that. She stopped and let the boys catch up to her, both of their arms wrapping around her shoulders as they walked. "Well if it isn't the woman of the hour." Fred said cheerfully, his other hand rising to rub the top of her head playfully.

"You two are awful, you know that right?" Olivia asked with a soft chuckle.

"Think she means awfully handsome, George."

"I think you're right Fred."

Olivia let out a soft huff and looked up at George, who had been smirking down at her. He winked at her gently and she couldn't help but smile at that. She bit her lip quickly though, trying to bite it back. "Hope you two know you're in for a treat tonight." She said, looking forward and adjust herself so she could hold her head high. She picked up the pace, smirking as the boys stumbled behind her. She clutched her books tightly to her chest, giggling softly at herself.

"What does that mean?" Fred called out to her.

Olivia looked over her shoulder and bit at her lip. She spun around, continuing to walk backwards as she eyed the boys. Her eyes lingered on George for a moment, before looking back to Fred. "It means your brother is absolutely fucked." And then without another word she turned back around, leaving the two to wonder exactly what it was that she meant.

Little did the boys know, she was a great singer. She had been singing since she could talk. And there was one particular song that was her absolute go to. It wasn't, however, particularly appropriate. It didn't matter though, she would face a lifetime of detention if it meant seeing the look on George's face when she started singing, right to him.

This was going to be fun. She could feel it.